Now I am all <br />One bowl of kisses, <br />Such as the tall <br />Slim votaresses <br />Of Egypt filled <br />For a God's excesses. <br /> <br />I lift to you <br />My bowl of kisses, <br />And through the temple's <br />Blue recesses <br />Cry out to you <br />In wild caresses. <br /> <br />And to my lips' <br />Bright crimson rim <br />The passion slips, <br />And down my slim <br />White body drips <br />The shining hymn. <br /> <br />And still before <br />The altar I <br />Exult the bowl <br />Brimful, and cry <br />To you to stoop <br />And drink, Most High. <br /> <br />Oh drink me up <br />That I may be <br />Within your cup <br />Like a Mystery, <br />Like wine that is still <br />In ecstasy. <br /> <br />Glimmering still <br />In ecstasy, <br />Commingled wines <br />Of you and me <br />In One fulfill,... <br />The Mystery.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystery-4/
